You’re allowed to ship whatever fictional pairing you want.
Don’t listen to complete strangers on the internet, you don’t need permission to enjoy any type of ship.
When I mean whatever fictional ship, I mean any type of ship, any and all.
You are allowed to explore and indulge when it comes to fiction. Fiction is a place to escape reality, so stop listening to antis who can’t separate the two.
Ship what you like, leave others to enjoy their ships, and just stay in your lane.
I don’t talk enough about how much I LOVE Nick describing Jess as someone with a heart that’s half compass and half flashlight. Not just because it’s super super sweet that Nick says that about her but because that’s 100% who Jess is and has been from the start and it just reminds me of how much I LOVE HER. Even if her character has definitely changed since the first few seasons, the one thing that’s stayed the same is her heart. And that’s beautiful on its own but what makes it even more beautiful is how that part of her as always been something that Nick has been completely in awe of since he met her. I just love Jessica Day and I love that line and I love that Nick is the one who says it and now I’m crying and can’t stop someone hold me ba ck
Do you have to leave? Do you want me here because you actually want me here or do you need protection from the readheads? A little of both. Okay, I’ll tell you what. If it gets to be too much, you can come and stay at my place.
Marco realizing his feelings for Star? (given he already broke up with Jackie)
It doesn’t happen all that quickly.
Marco doesn’t know the difference – or wouldn’t be able to
much, with a lack of understanding for what love is beyond childhood infatuation,
but he promised his friend he’d figure it out as he stayed by her side in
trying times, so he will. Marco remembers it after the frantic argument she had
against him staying there at all, after everything he did to get back to her. It
had taken him a few days to figure out he actually had scissors to follow after
her, brain practically swept of anything logical, instead echoing the last
moment they had together. But once he stepped foot inside the castle, unwavering
and desperate to talk, she had all but told him he couldn’t be there with her.
“It’s dangerous now!” she
had claimed, “I can’t just let you get
involved in our issues because I want you to be here. I need you to be safe.”
He was confused at first, and a bit angry, because she just
ran off without explaining practically anything besides her crush on him. But
when her mother steps in and explains that his previous captor was back and
more powerful than before, his anger vanished and he was left with only
determination to support his best friend. And once a call to his parents was
made, with exchanges about Marco staying for the remainder of the summer and details
from the Butterflys, Star had fiercely told him that they needed to talk,
He could tell she wanted to yell at him as soon as they were
away from her parents, scream at him until her throat was scratchy and sore,
but she settled on shaky breaths and crossed her arms, shaking her head back
and forth to show him how much he could
not be here right now.
“I wouldn’t have told
you I liked you if I knew I was going to see you again,” she said, then
paused. “Do you? Feel that way about me,
“I don’t know what I
feel…about anything right now, honestly,” he told her, and he took her
hands in his to keep her from running away again. It’s the same thing he told Jackie before they settled on taking a break for awhile. “But I know I don’t want you to say goodbye again. So I’m staying. I
wouldn’t be able to figure out what I feel for you if I couldn’t.”
“But Toffee’s –”
“I don’t care,” He
answered immediately. “I’m not leaving
you when I can help.”
He knows he told them he could help, but at the moment he
doesn’t really know what he can do beyond sit within the walls of the castle
and twiddle his thumbs as Queen Butterfly demonstrates a new spell to Star
with the wand. It had been a little over a week since he showed up, and that’s
pretty much what he’s been doing – staying by her side and supporting her in
any possible way he could.
She looks over at him as her mother speaks, a stare that goes
from determined and focused to just a bit silly, blue eyes shining with mischief.
She tilts her head and smiles at him. “Thank
you for being here,” it says.